Magneto stood by a park bench, waiting for Charles Xavier to arrive.
Magneto was wearing a plain looking hat, but it was also designed to block
out Xavier's telepathy.
"Ah, Charles," Magneto said good-naturedly, when he saw Charles Xavier approaching. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
"I received your letter." Charles said wheeling himself over in front of Magneto. "I assume this has something to do with the girl."
"You don't mind if I have a seat, do you?" Magneto asked and made a motion to the park bench.
"I can't return the girl to you, Erik. She must pay for her crimes, even if she was just following your orders." Xavier said, as Magneto sat down.
"Straight to the point, as usual." Magneto said, almost to himself.
"Where did you find her?" Xavier asked, Magneto only smiled, making it obvious he wasn't going to answer his question. "Her mutation is most.extraordinary, and dangerous."
"Dangerous?" Magneto asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"This girl doesn't understand what's happening to her. We need to help her drive out this entity that is taking over her mind."
"To drive him out, would be to rid her of her mutation completely."
"Precisely. You do understand what will happen if we don't act?"
"By all means, enlighten me." Magneto grinned.
"The girl will cease to exist. She will be trapped inside her own subconscious. This God will have free reign over her. He is already getting stronger as we speak."
"Aren't we above these petty games, Charles? Don't pretend to be concerned about the girl."
"What else would I be concerned about?" Charles said, his brow set.
"Face it." His eyes danced. "You're scared." Magneto stood, as if to leave. "Racheal is becoming stronger, Charles, changing in ways that even she does not understand. It happened quickly at first, now it's progressing slower, but the end will be the same." Magneto looked down at his friend. "You're frightened because you know that when her mutation has reached it's full potential, she will be a God." Magneto made a sweeping gesture to the world around him.
"That's ridiculous." Charles waved the comment off with his hand.
"Is it?" Magneto asked with a knowing smile. "You have been in her mind, have you not? You seen what lies waiting there?"
"I saw a very scared little girl, Erik."
"Then you didn't look close enough, old friend." Magneto said and then left, walking briskly to the parking lot.
--
Meanwhile, Racheal laid on the floor of her cell. She was curled up in a ball, thinking about Toad. Wondering if he was thinking about her as well. Would he come to rescue her? But that was a silly dream, wasn't it? Something from a fairy tale, when the harsh reality was a hard floor behind a blue pulsing force-field.
She heard approaching foot steps, and for a moment allowed herself to believe they might belong to Mortimer, but then she looked up to see the true owner, Cyclops.
"What do you want?" She asked and propped herself up on the wall.
"I thought you might want to know that Robin, the secretary you almost killed, is going to be ok. She left this morning." He stood with a look of superiority on his sun-glassed face. His arms were crossed and his tone was sarcastic.
"Thanks for the update." Racheal said with as little effort as she could muster. "Anything else I should know?"
"You're a good fighter." Cyclops said after a moments pause. "A bit inexperienced, but still you held your own against me, and that's saying something."
"Yeah well thanks." she replied after a heavy sigh, wondering if this guy could get any more full of himself.
"I could teach you to develop it, your fighting skills." Cyclops shrugged.
"It would have to be a correspondence lesson, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit locked up at the moment." She managed a sarcastic smile. Cyclops smiled too, half to himself.
"Granted, you are going to have to let the professor help you, but then who knows, maybe after a lot of training and hard work, you could join our team."
"Oh, could I?!" she said with mock enthusiasm. "I think I've already had this discussion with your professor. It didn't work then and it certainly isn't working now." Racheal once again turned her back to force-field. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone."
Listening to the footsteps fade away, she prayed silently to herself. 'Dear God please let Toad come for me.'
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"Ah, Charles," Magneto said good-naturedly, when he saw Charles Xavier approaching. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."
"I received your letter." Charles said wheeling himself over in front of Magneto. "I assume this has something to do with the girl."
"You don't mind if I have a seat, do you?" Magneto asked and made a motion to the park bench.
"I can't return the girl to you, Erik. She must pay for her crimes, even if she was just following your orders." Xavier said, as Magneto sat down.
"Straight to the point, as usual." Magneto said, almost to himself.
"Where did you find her?" Xavier asked, Magneto only smiled, making it obvious he wasn't going to answer his question. "Her mutation is most.extraordinary, and dangerous."
"Dangerous?" Magneto asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"This girl doesn't understand what's happening to her. We need to help her drive out this entity that is taking over her mind."
"To drive him out, would be to rid her of her mutation completely."
"Precisely. You do understand what will happen if we don't act?"
"By all means, enlighten me." Magneto grinned.
"The girl will cease to exist. She will be trapped inside her own subconscious. This God will have free reign over her. He is already getting stronger as we speak."
"Aren't we above these petty games, Charles? Don't pretend to be concerned about the girl."
"What else would I be concerned about?" Charles said, his brow set.
"Face it." His eyes danced. "You're scared." Magneto stood, as if to leave. "Racheal is becoming stronger, Charles, changing in ways that even she does not understand. It happened quickly at first, now it's progressing slower, but the end will be the same." Magneto looked down at his friend. "You're frightened because you know that when her mutation has reached it's full potential, she will be a God." Magneto made a sweeping gesture to the world around him.
"That's ridiculous." Charles waved the comment off with his hand.
"Is it?" Magneto asked with a knowing smile. "You have been in her mind, have you not? You seen what lies waiting there?"
"I saw a very scared little girl, Erik."
"Then you didn't look close enough, old friend." Magneto said and then left, walking briskly to the parking lot.
--
Meanwhile, Racheal laid on the floor of her cell. She was curled up in a ball, thinking about Toad. Wondering if he was thinking about her as well. Would he come to rescue her? But that was a silly dream, wasn't it? Something from a fairy tale, when the harsh reality was a hard floor behind a blue pulsing force-field.
She heard approaching foot steps, and for a moment allowed herself to believe they might belong to Mortimer, but then she looked up to see the true owner, Cyclops.
"What do you want?" She asked and propped herself up on the wall.
"I thought you might want to know that Robin, the secretary you almost killed, is going to be ok. She left this morning." He stood with a look of superiority on his sun-glassed face. His arms were crossed and his tone was sarcastic.
"Thanks for the update." Racheal said with as little effort as she could muster. "Anything else I should know?"
"You're a good fighter." Cyclops said after a moments pause. "A bit inexperienced, but still you held your own against me, and that's saying something."
"Yeah well thanks." she replied after a heavy sigh, wondering if this guy could get any more full of himself.
"I could teach you to develop it, your fighting skills." Cyclops shrugged.
"It would have to be a correspondence lesson, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a bit locked up at the moment." She managed a sarcastic smile. Cyclops smiled too, half to himself.
"Granted, you are going to have to let the professor help you, but then who knows, maybe after a lot of training and hard work, you could join our team."
"Oh, could I?!" she said with mock enthusiasm. "I think I've already had this discussion with your professor. It didn't work then and it certainly isn't working now." Racheal once again turned her back to force-field. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone."
Listening to the footsteps fade away, she prayed silently to herself. 'Dear God please let Toad come for me.'
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